Her journey to bliss made her scream,
Enjoying wild love, it would seem;
No! Not what you think,
That's small, short, and pink—
But his fangs by moonlight did gleam.
Screaming Bliss

Her journey to bliss made her scream,
Enjoying wild love, it would seem;
No! Not what you think,
That's small, short, and pink—
But his fangs by moonlight did gleam.
